By 2009, when this Sunday A&J first appeared, video games had advanced well beyond what Ludwig is playing, but yours truly still was stuck in Atariland. But after all, he is a cat, and I’m an old man, so cut us some slack. I actually owned an early Atari game console and enjoyed it very much. My glory days, though, coincided with the dawn of computerized arcade games, such as “Space Invaders.” I remember a buddy and I were playing Space Invaders at a two-man, sit-down game console in an establishment called “The Cherokee Inn” in Jackson, Mississippi, one evening in the early ’80s. The Cherokee Inn was, well… they would call in a “pub” in England. Someone who had gotten a head start elsewhere pulled into the parking lot and failed to stop quite in time. There was a loud “wham,” and the plywood wall next to our gaming table buckled inward. If the driver had been going much faster, you might not be reading this, but, unperturbed, we kept playing.
Playful as a Kitten
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273 responses to “Playful as a Kitten”
Here’s my favorite Japanese folksong; be sure to read the notes for the full story:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B27yQMuTHWc
Actually Jackie knew three of the five and may well have known all five but forgot Darwin and Einstein? All those cousins my ancestors married narrowed the gene pool, we may be missing a few brain cells, even if we don’t have an extra eye in our forehead and have the right number of
number of fingers and toes. That is, if we can count correctly?
Love, Jackie
Had another funny thought, I know I am distantly connected to George Washington through his wife but not him, so far as I know. No connection to Jefferson or Jerry Lee so far as I know but this is the South? I forgot all the ancestors who married or shacked up with sisters in laws, brothers in law, aunts, uncles. In other words, lots of old men married young relatives, like nieces, step daughters, so on.My step father was my mother’s second cousin, actually a double or multiple cousin on more than one side, They had many shared ancestors and no children.
My biological father was from North Carolina and had they been related, no one had connected in family tree for over 200 years in colonial America prior to Revolutionary War!
Genealogy is fun! Love, Jackie
Good morning Villagers…..
Re: today’s real time striip….thank you for the laugh JJ, nothing like a good laugh to start off a bleak looking day.
Going to be 86 degrees here….and not all of our fans are running at the hen house. When I left yesterday at 2:45, it was 89 degrees inside the hen house. Don’t need my Miss Prissies dying of heat exhaustion.
Emb, thank you for a lesson in ocelotology 🙂
GR 😉
not much time….gotta go
ya’ll have a blessed day
today’s grin:
http://cheezburger.com/6704446208
TIP BlogSpot = comic. I take it Ms. is learning to knit. emb
http://thatispriceless.blogspot.com/
Old Bear, thanks for the link. I was in downtown Ft. Lauderdale in the ’70’s, looked in a window and saw a garage that looked like one day in the ’20’s they just walked away and left the cars that they were working on. Sorry, but no stories about being my own grandpa.
Breaking Cat News is right on today.
I think that Albert was my uncle though.
eyeball talk – I had both corneas replaced due to dystrophy, they do one at a time, (you wouldn’t be able to function with both healing) they wait at least a year just in case of rejection. If you told me years ago that I would be aware while the front of my eye was shaved off and new one stitched on, I’d have been frightened by your craziness. But with enough Valium I laid still while the doctor needle and threaded my eyeball, I mean real sewing, I could see him going in and out with the thread. The worst part is snipping the sutures out later. There’s two rings of stitches each time and he takes one out at a time. The first one, I was freaking pretty bad and he valiumed me up, next time, he held the snips in one hand down low, while chatting me up and then took me off guard. Just had the first one removed from the second eye and I was about to hyperventilate but got through it. They don’t heal up to perfect 20/20 but soooooo much nicer I barely/rarely need drug store cheaters. Things were still funky until I had the second one done. When one is pretty dang good but the other still blurry blobs – that’s headachy
OF a murky mess, water on the webcam window, no current prediction. emb
http://www.nps.gov/features/yell/webcam/oldFaithfulStreaming.html
Sorry to be so late. The eye surgery segment caught my attention. I had cataract surgery several years ago. One eye a week, missed 4 days of work in two weeks. While having the first one, I asked my opthalmologist if he could “fix” my ears since I couldnt hear very well. He really laughed and told me that he didn’t work on ears. I now have hearing aids. The cataract surgery has been wonderful. I was very near sighted and when my local hign school football team had a fifty year reunion, I made my teammates laugh when I told them that I could now see the scoreboard, but, when we played, I had to be told the score since I couldn’t wear my glasses. I always wanted to be a US Air Force pilot but couldn’t pass the eye test. Now I could pass the test but am too old! That’s life.
God bless us every one.
A year or two ago, a friend surprised me my telling me she has some type of degenerative condition that would lead to her eventually requiring cornea transplants. Wonderful that they can do that; I just hope it doesn’t change the appearance of her eyes, as she has just about the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve even seen. Of course, I’m sure her priority would be being able to see.
She has other issues, and I believe I mentioned that I once commented that at age 38 she had more health issues than my Mom. “Yeah,” she agreed. “Crappy DNA.”
I only personally know one person who has had the LASIK procedure for nearsightedness, and he got very good results from it. He’s a surgeon himself, so he must have had a high degree of confidence it was a low risk procedure.
Ghost Sweetie, sounds like we had the same Genetics class. My lab partner, who was my roomie’s fiance, kept over-anesthetizing our Drosophila melanogaster, thus annoying the professor and making it necessary for him to give us another pair.
Divine providence just erased my thoughts on DNA, genealogy, ancestry and mankind all being related and intertwined irrevocably, plus the likelihood that I am not only one of Ghost’s kissing cousins but related to anyone on this group, no matter what nationality or race they are. I will take that as a message from higher powers and not repeat it but it was funny! And irreverent and not politically correct probably in some people’s views.
yep, I have that lousy Caucasian DNA my multiply mixed Polynesian friend commented on long ago. Sorry it has no more ethnicity to it but it was a narrow genetic base all around.
Off to have a major cat bite puncture wound looked at before I end up dead or with a missing leg below knee. I may have stepped on tail of an inherited cat? If the emergency room asked, I didn’t see it nor can identify the mysterious feline that bit me. Looks like giant snake bite.
Love, Jackie
Re: Cherokee Inn. Apparently they have repaired the damage.
https://www.google.com/maps/@32.362024,-90.149698,3a,75y,34.99h,80.76t/data=!3m4!1e1!3m2!1shL0ZTTwe_xdDrvtZQS9oyw!2e0!6m1!1e1
And re-landscaped as well.
Back in the day, when the nation’s population was much smaller (31.4 million in 1860 vs. 307.7 million in 2010), I suppose the odds you’d get frisky with a cousin (accidentally or otherwise) were much greater, especially in more isolated rural communities. Even in present day times, I occasionally see individuals from small communities I highly suspect are the result of inbreeding. (Cue the dueling banjos.)
Of course, on the other end of the social spectrum, the royal families of Europe are probably the past masters of inbreeding.
Old Bear enjoyed the link. It reminded me of how I used to shop for motorcycles, I called it “Lump Shopping”. As you drive around watch for motorcycles with old tarp covers, an unidentifiable “lump” sitting there. If you can find the owner there is a high probability of it being an older bike that a spouse or girlfriend gave the owner the word to quit riding. If not a rare or too old a bike make an offer. A few days work and refurbishing gives a nice running bike on the inexpensive side. That’s how I got the last bike I rode, a ’73 Honda 750 four that I rode for several years. I even picked up a parts bike to go with it from the same person to go with it.
Going for antibiotics, we will reassess the cat bite on Monday. I have a son in law who designs and builds better legs than God gave us, should I lose all or part of one. Having a low cal and healthy totally vegetarian meal of basmati rice, beans and creamed spinach. Really good actually.
Were it not for seafood and eggs, cheese I could be a vegetarian. Listening to Michael Buble. Great lunch, it was Indian and it says “Palak Paneer.”
Jackie, that is one of my favorite items at our local Indian restaurant. Although I also like the Chicken Tikka Masala, about medium, since I’m not going Vegan. Good luck with the cat bite. I’ve never (knock wood) had serious problems with a cat bite or scratch, though my mom got a long-lasting infection in her ankle. She was foolish enough to try to move an upset cat away from a screen door with her foot. Better to either leave it alone, or use a long-handled object.
I like tikka masala too. I need to eat more Indian food, it is like Thai or Vietnamese usually quite healthy. We don’t have many Indian restaurants in Oklahoma, neither Native American nor Indian.
Huh. I’m typing on the highway (Jim driving, thank you) and just as I was going to submit that fairly long comment, I lost the iPad signal. Bummer. Oh well I was saying that I wore mono-vision contacts (one near one far) before cataract surgery. Then I got both for distance, and saw much better than I could ever remember—right with you on the scoreboard thing, Doumacan!! You can get mono vision cataract implants. You can also get bifocal implants—both near and far in both eyes. I think those are still considered experimental, though, and most insurances won’t cover them.
Post IOLs, both my eyes corrected to 20/20 for anything beyond about six feet. But within that six feet (in which my vision is not bad but not totally sharp, either) falls instrument panels; handgun and rifle sights; monitor screens; keyboards; books and newspapers; and my cross-stitching work and lace making. (Just kidding on that last one.)
Since I have a relatively new pair of frames made from titanium or expensium or something like that, I decided to get progressive lenses for them, which I imagine will be plain on the upper part with some minor correction on the lower part, to use basically as reading glasses.
I innocently dated a person in college who I learned later was a third cousin. Guess I got lucky, instead I married a Loon.